She opened it. Found the index. Paged to Isaiah. Silently read a few words, then laid it on her bed with a nod. With all the motions she'd learned she said:
"Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall;
but those who hope in the Lord
will renew their strength,
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint."
Isaiah 40: 30&31
I love when little hearts get filled with His heart.